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Nov. 1st, 2005 09:28 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
lord-of-dreams.livejournal.comHis lady is gone. However, even for Dream there is only so long one can sulk. So he appears, in the bar.
And for about 0.004 seconds he looks like this:
"That is not funny. You could frighten people."
And going back to Morpheus normal.
In so much as he is ever, Dream is approachable. Moping, but approachable.
And for about 0.004 seconds he looks like this:
"That is not funny. You could frighten people."
And going back to Morpheus normal.
In so much as he is ever, Dream is approachable. Moping, but approachable.
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Oct. 31st, 2005 08:08 pmkassandraloxias.livejournal.comKassandra is in the bar.
Or is it Kassandra?
Richly-feathered red wings suggest otherwise. Silver, garnets and rubies shimmer like captive flames.
And surmounting Kassandra's dark unruly curls, a pair of bright, red, plastic horns.
Or is it Kassandra?
Richly-feathered red wings suggest otherwise. Silver, garnets and rubies shimmer like captive flames.
And surmounting Kassandra's dark unruly curls, a pair of bright, red, plastic horns.
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Sep. 5th, 2005 12:17 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's in the bar, in a booth with lunch, coffee and a notebook, which she is writing in.
Anybody who looks over her shoulder will see a rather lengthy and graphic description of all the things she'd like to do to Ramon Salazar.
Some of them are rather anatomically improbable. Feel free to come point that out.
Anybody who looks over her shoulder will see a rather lengthy and graphic description of all the things she'd like to do to Ramon Salazar.
Some of them are rather anatomically improbable. Feel free to come point that out.
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Jul. 7th, 2005 07:53 pmfirstmarauder.livejournal.comIf one listened closely, one might hear a scratching at the door and a deep-throated whine; when no answer is forthcoming, the knob turns clumsily and the door is nudged open by a black muzzle. What follows is a black head and indeed, the body of a black dog whose ancestry seems to be primarily Newfoundland. He looks to be just barely out of gawky puppyhood.
He is very, very large.
He is also is soaking wet, muddy, and limping, favouring his right front paw; there are deep score marks across his muzzle and one of his ears is tattered.
He stops inside the door, looks around, and discreetly shakes himself, flinging mud and water in every concievable direction.
He is very, very large.
He is also is soaking wet, muddy, and limping, favouring his right front paw; there are deep score marks across his muzzle and one of his ears is tattered.
He stops inside the door, looks around, and discreetly shakes himself, flinging mud and water in every concievable direction.
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Nov. 5th, 2004 08:26 pmpubdog.livejournal.comSirius stands at the bar, facing Aziraphael. His eyes are no longer pitch black; slowly, they are beginning to fade to pale grey.
Bar-nard is hurt.
Someone hurt my bar.
If I fix it, will you kill them?
He strokes the bar soothingly, fingers never leaving its surface.
Bar-nard is hurt.
Someone hurt my bar.
If I fix it, will you kill them?
He strokes the bar soothingly, fingers never leaving its surface.
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Aug. 4th, 2004 10:14 pmspooky-mulder.livejournal.com*Special Agent Fox Mulder strides through the door, still talking*
--so that's why I put a stake through that kid's heart! He was a vampire, Scully, I swear--
*He breaks off mid-sentence when he realizes that he is not, in fact, in the X-Files office, but in a pub. Full of people. With wings?!
He gapes for a full minute, and then turns to Scully triumphantly. She is, of course, not there.*
Scully, did you see-- Scully? *He opens the bar door* Scully! SCULLYYYYY!
*He turns back around, confused and panicked, when his eyes fall on Alex Krycek, sitting at the bar, with both arms intact, having a drink with some redheaded guy.
He immediately pulls his gun*
FREEZE, KRYCEK!
--so that's why I put a stake through that kid's heart! He was a vampire, Scully, I swear--
*He breaks off mid-sentence when he realizes that he is not, in fact, in the X-Files office, but in a pub. Full of people. With wings?!
He gapes for a full minute, and then turns to Scully triumphantly. She is, of course, not there.*
Scully, did you see-- Scully? *He opens the bar door* Scully! SCULLYYYYY!
*He turns back around, confused and panicked, when his eyes fall on Alex Krycek, sitting at the bar, with both arms intact, having a drink with some redheaded guy.
He immediately pulls his gun*
FREEZE, KRYCEK!
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Aug. 4th, 2004 07:26 pmbig-giant-scar.livejournal.com*Harry walks in, wand at the ready, and looks around. Spots an empty stool and takes a seat away from what looks like an argument*
Great. *orders a drink and sighs*
Great. *orders a drink and sighs*
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Aug. 4th, 2004 07:10 pmpubdog.livejournal.com*Sirius, discussing something quietly with Peter, suddenly lays his head down on the bar and listens to it carefully, murmuring in Latin. He takes his wand out of his pocket and presses the tip to the brass edging of the bar, listening to the other end of the wand.*
Oh, bollocks. Someone's been mucking about with it.
*He reaches behind him for a pot of coffee.*
All right everyone at the bar, LIFT DRINKS!
*He pours coffee all along the length of the bar, chanting quietly in Latin.*
Right. That ought to do it. *listens to the bar again* The, er, margarita problem has...probably been solved, folks. Sorry about the mess. A few more might show up sooner or later, but, uh. Ignore them. Or drink them. On the house.
*he pats the bar*
Poor confused thing.
[ooc: Sorry all, but people did mention it to Sirius and he needs to be sober to examine Peter.]
Oh, bollocks. Someone's been mucking about with it.
*He reaches behind him for a pot of coffee.*
All right everyone at the bar, LIFT DRINKS!
*He pours coffee all along the length of the bar, chanting quietly in Latin.*
Right. That ought to do it. *listens to the bar again* The, er, margarita problem has...probably been solved, folks. Sorry about the mess. A few more might show up sooner or later, but, uh. Ignore them. Or drink them. On the house.
*he pats the bar*
Poor confused thing.
[ooc: Sorry all, but people did mention it to Sirius and he needs to be sober to examine Peter.]
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Aug. 4th, 2004 06:26 pmpubdog.livejournal.com*Stumbles into the bar, turning to laugh at something Gil has said as he passed*
Good evening, one and all! Welcome to Milliways Bar's happy hour. Specials tonight are...
*blinks and looks around*
Well. Margaritas seem popular. Also, Gil's made some amazing salsa, tapas, and some kind of...gourmet...burrito...thing....it's probably really good. The onions smell really good, anyhow.
*scratches his arm, where his sunburn is peeling*
Right. Who wants what?
[ooc: Any food ordered from Sirius, as opposed to from the bar, tastes like regular food ought, as Gil has made it.]
Good evening, one and all! Welcome to Milliways Bar's happy hour. Specials tonight are...
*blinks and looks around*
Well. Margaritas seem popular. Also, Gil's made some amazing salsa, tapas, and some kind of...gourmet...burrito...thing....it's probably really good. The onions smell really good, anyhow.
*scratches his arm, where his sunburn is peeling*
Right. Who wants what?
[ooc: Any food ordered from Sirius, as opposed to from the bar, tastes like regular food ought, as Gil has made it.]
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Aug. 3rd, 2004 07:39 pmpubdog.livejournal.comGood evening, ladies and gentlemen, and everyone else. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.
In honour of Bernard and Dionysus taking over the bar the last two nights, the specials tonight are wine, sake-bombs, and stuffed grape leaves. None of which explodes, but some comes damn close. Sit back, relax, and enjoy watching my sunburn peel.
*settles in comfortably*
In honour of Bernard and Dionysus taking over the bar the last two nights, the specials tonight are wine, sake-bombs, and stuffed grape leaves. None of which explodes, but some comes damn close. Sit back, relax, and enjoy watching my sunburn peel.
*settles in comfortably*
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Aug. 1st, 2004 10:29 pmpubdog.livejournal.com*Stalks into the bar.*
*Looks slightly sunburnt, as though the scorching of the bar has affected him physically, which is in fact the case.*
*sniffs*
What.
Did you do.
To my bar.
*growls* Someone find me some aloe....
*Looks slightly sunburnt, as though the scorching of the bar has affected him physically, which is in fact the case.*
*sniffs*
What.
Did you do.
To my bar.
*growls* Someone find me some aloe....
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Aug. 1st, 2004 07:48 pmgood-doctor.livejournal.com*Knocks gently on the bar for attention, then clears his throat and surveys the room. He announces, with a faint air of disappointment*
I am looking for a very naughty, very lazy little boy named Paul.
I am looking for a very naughty, very lazy little boy named Paul.
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Aug. 1st, 2004 10:32 ambloody-awful.livejournal.com*A bloke walks into a bar. The bar has the abandoned quality that bars have in the morning, when no respectable person would be in one.
*Constantine is not respectable. He sits at his accustomed barstool, lights a cigarette and addresses the thin air*
Sirius? Whenever you've got a tick I could use a word with you. Ta.
*now addressing the bar itself* G'morning there. How about a cuppa and a plate of steak and eggs? English breakfast, rare, scrambled. Thanks.
*breakfast appears. He pours tea, but finishes his cigarette before digging in.*
*Constantine is not respectable. He sits at his accustomed barstool, lights a cigarette and addresses the thin air*
Sirius? Whenever you've got a tick I could use a word with you. Ta.
*now addressing the bar itself* G'morning there. How about a cuppa and a plate of steak and eggs? English breakfast, rare, scrambled. Thanks.
*breakfast appears. He pours tea, but finishes his cigarette before digging in.*
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Aug. 1st, 2004 02:19 amno-prisoner.livejournal.comEddie hasn't slept well, and so he is in a slightly irritable mood, as he enters the bar. He has his bag with him again, although it seems to be stuffed more this time. He briefly looks over the people present, but before he acknowledges anyone or anything, he wants coffee, and a room. So, his way leads him to the counter, where he's slightly surprised to actually see someone working. The better to him. Not sure, whether to address a barkeeper or still the bar itself, he simply tosses a
"Coffee, please. Strong, black."
into the general direction of both.
"Coffee, please. Strong, black."
into the general direction of both.
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Jul. 31st, 2004 06:37 pmpubdog.livejournal.comGood evening all and one, and welcome to Milliways Bar's happy hour.
I am the management and head barman, Sirius Black, and I'll be serving you this evening along with Bernard, Gil, and Bacchus. We do accept tips. Some of us handle explosives. The two may be inversely related.
The specials tonight, as there seems to be a flu going round *glances back towards staff quarters* are cream of chicken soup, hot toddies, and other comfort foods. Of course the usual pub food is available too, but if you've never tasted Gil's soup, my friends, you have not lived.
Please be reminded that the management strongly discourages violence, murder, and other professional activities in the bar proper.
*leans back into the kitchen* Gil, Kassandra's very eager to try the soup -- almost ready?
*leans out again*
What can I get for you all? First round's on the house to commemorate the first birth at Milliways. Congratulations, Snow!
I am the management and head barman, Sirius Black, and I'll be serving you this evening along with Bernard, Gil, and Bacchus. We do accept tips. Some of us handle explosives. The two may be inversely related.
The specials tonight, as there seems to be a flu going round *glances back towards staff quarters* are cream of chicken soup, hot toddies, and other comfort foods. Of course the usual pub food is available too, but if you've never tasted Gil's soup, my friends, you have not lived.
Please be reminded that the management strongly discourages violence, murder, and other professional activities in the bar proper.
*leans back into the kitchen* Gil, Kassandra's very eager to try the soup -- almost ready?
*leans out again*
What can I get for you all? First round's on the house to commemorate the first birth at Milliways. Congratulations, Snow!
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Jul. 30th, 2004 05:21 pmpubdog.livejournal.comGood evening, ladies, gentlemen, and undecideds. Welcome to Happy Hour at Milliways Bar.
As usual, I am here to serve you, along with Bernard, Bacchus, and Gil. The bar is also happy to provide you with food and drink in return for cash, and if it likes you, other things too.
The specials tonight are some gourmet things Gil's been tinkering about with; we call 'em devils'a'horseback but they are better known to the world at large as bacon-wrapped shrimp. And the usual fried paradoxes and finger-foods and such, as well as *rolls eyes only a little*
For drinks tonight, we have the usual wines and on-tap beers, as well as mixed irish coffee drinks, and for the adventurous amongst you, car bombs. Please note that a car bomb consists of whiskey and bailey's dropped into a little under a pint of beer, so this is not a drink for the faint of heart. Especially if you drink it in the traditional three-gulp fashion.
I would like to remind our patrons that, while Milliways does have a rather broad definition of propriety, we do frown upon hitting on the barman's girlfriend, having sex on barstools *casts a brief look at the barstools in question, and Tom and Door if they are about* and castrating amphibians. Thank you for your cooperation in these matters.
Now....what can I get for you lot?
[ooc: Will be in and out. Going out to dinner in a bit, so expect slowness from Sirius. Bwah.]
As usual, I am here to serve you, along with Bernard, Bacchus, and Gil. The bar is also happy to provide you with food and drink in return for cash, and if it likes you, other things too.
The specials tonight are some gourmet things Gil's been tinkering about with; we call 'em devils'a'horseback but they are better known to the world at large as bacon-wrapped shrimp. And the usual fried paradoxes and finger-foods and such, as well as *rolls eyes only a little*
For drinks tonight, we have the usual wines and on-tap beers, as well as mixed irish coffee drinks, and for the adventurous amongst you, car bombs. Please note that a car bomb consists of whiskey and bailey's dropped into a little under a pint of beer, so this is not a drink for the faint of heart. Especially if you drink it in the traditional three-gulp fashion.
I would like to remind our patrons that, while Milliways does have a rather broad definition of propriety, we do frown upon hitting on the barman's girlfriend, having sex on barstools *casts a brief look at the barstools in question, and Tom and Door if they are about* and castrating amphibians. Thank you for your cooperation in these matters.
Now....what can I get for you lot?
[ooc: Will be in and out. Going out to dinner in a bit, so expect slowness from Sirius. Bwah.]
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Jul. 28th, 2004 06:16 pmpubdog.livejournal.com*Sirius appears behind the bar, stumbling through the kitchen doors. He has long red scratchmarks on his face, though they look nearly healed, and his right hand is wrapped in strips of bandage.*
*scrawls a note on the blackboard:*
Due to circumstances beyond our control, the Management will not be tending bar this evening. The Servete spell with which the bar is enchanted will provide you with any drink you should desire, or you may speak to Bernard if he is on-duty. Thank you for your understanding.
Sincerely,
Sirius Black
mgmt.
*sets down the chalk and peers back into the kitchen.*
Wonder where Gil's got to...Skandra? *calls*
*scrawls a note on the blackboard:*
Due to circumstances beyond our control, the Management will not be tending bar this evening. The Servete spell with which the bar is enchanted will provide you with any drink you should desire, or you may speak to Bernard if he is on-duty. Thank you for your understanding.
Sincerely,
Sirius Black
mgmt.
*sets down the chalk and peers back into the kitchen.*
Wonder where Gil's got to...Skandra? *calls*
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Jul. 28th, 2004 03:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aj_crawley*arrives calmly from the commotion at the bar, sets his drink down, and buries his head in his hands. He does not move*
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Jul. 27th, 2004 07:49 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard comes down the stairs, a smile on his face and a lilt in his step. His demon-hypnosis-hangover is pretty much gone. He approaches the bar and sits down.*
Tequila, please.
*He sees Sirius at the end of the bar and approaches him.*
Tequila, please.
*He sees Sirius at the end of the bar and approaches him.*
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Jul. 27th, 2004 06:35 pmpubdog.livejournal.com*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...
Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.
Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.
Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...
Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.
Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.
Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...
